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Thursday, June 25, 2015

Close-Mind, Open Heart

Lately, I have been thinking about way too many things:

Why are people generalized?

Am I close-minded?

Can you be categorized if you truly do not think like the people in your "category?"

These questions have been haunting me since last week Thursday when a co-worker decided to tell me I was close-minded. Part of me believes he said it to get a rise out of me and the other part of me believes he meant it. Asking him now, he gives no definitive answer... and it is bugging the heck out of me!

I say it often, and will continue to do so, I can hear what everyone has to say. My best friend is the same. The difference between us is she usually keeps her mouth shut on her own views. She doesn't think it is worth the breath to start an argument. I cannot do the same. I do not open my mouth and spew my beliefs out so I can convince you to think just like I do, but more so you can have more facts or be more educated. Maybe to give your belief some weight or some variety. I don't know everything and I very easily could be proven wrong, but I will always try. I will always give my two cents.

Coming from an abnormally large family, where you cannot always get a word in edge-wise, I think it is engrained for me to say what I think.
Structurally, it is a part of the Theriault DNA.
When everyone in the room knows everything there is to know on the face of the planet, then there isn't always very much to say. So listening became a pastime. A hobby, almost. And if the TV is off, then you have my full attention (I do not do well with distraction). My childhood was spent with little-to-no opinion. I remember one of my old Greek aunts yelling at me that "children should learn to keep their mouths shut." Maybe these things are the root of why I now have a hard time doing so.

To say the least, I love knowledge. I take classes I do not necessarily need for my major and imagine going to school for the rest of my life, because the endless knowledge sounds wonderful. I love to share the things I have learned, too. I often come into work and tell my co-workers little snippets that I learned in class the night before. What a nerd, right?

The close-minded thing has been weighing heavy. I try so hard not to be someone who is quick to judge (we all have our moments), and try my best to see both sides of the coin (even if I don't agree). Maybe the issue is that I speak up when I don't agree. I don't nod and smile. I don't let you spout your views and sit back and chew on mine; you will hear mine. And maybe that is something not everyone is used to.

I have a filter... most of the time. People who claim they "have no filter" are looking for an excuse to be total assholes. There is no need to be mean or hateful. There is no need to be nasty. Bite your tongue when the time calls for it. I do not, however, feel like offering your opinion is offensive. Another reason our ability to freely think is beautiful. I am glad for diversity. I am glad for stirring conversation.